bryan . 23 years old / denver . colorado
my window for meeting and photographing strangers is quite a bit smaller this week than normal because i am working on another photography project in the afternoons. i had to take care of a few things this morning and then decided to make my way to the bank. i grabbed my gear, hoping to find today's stranger on the way.
i asked a couple of woman, but both of them turned me down. one of them said, "people are weird." and then, "you never know what someone is going to use that photo for." the other said she wasn't "a very good picture taker". i went to the bank and started making my way back home. i found a wall i wanted to use, so i decided to wait for a few minutes on the street corner. that usually doesn't work out so well, but shortly after i decided to wait, a young guy in dark sunglasses and a blue mohawk buzzed by on his bicycle. as he passed, i blurted out something... i'm not sure exactly what i said. i think i asked the guy if i could ask him a question, which is pretty lame because that was already a question. i can be pretty lame sometimes.
bryan stopped right away. i dove into my spiel and he was immediately receptive. he was glad to be a part of the project. i told him how much i appreciated that. the people that say yes are polite and i appreciate their time, but it is rare i come across someone who is legitimately interested.
i asked bryan what he was up to and he said it was his day off so he was just cruising around. he works at the hard rock café down on the 16th street mall. he's been in denver for almost one year. he said that his sister lives here and one day she told him that he should move out here. a few weeks later, bryan threw whatever he could into his car and left florida behind him. he said he likes it out here and he figured it was a good sign that he survived his first winter.
he plays the guitar and likes to rework punk songs so he can play them acoustically. he also sings some of bob dylan's tunes and frequents an open mic night. i asked him to let me know when he is on again. it would be fun to see him play. i noticed that bryan had some tubes of paint on the back of his bike, so i asked him what the deal was. he said he just scored them from a friend who was getting rid of them and now he plans on smearing them on his hands and then running his hands over his canvas. i can't paint or draw to save my life, so that sounded like a brilliant way to paint to me.
i asked him about his mohawk. i think the mohawk is one of the things in this world that i have the very least experience with. he said he usually keeps his head shaved, but decided he wanted one. he said the process was kind of a drag, but he seemed pretty happy with it now. it only took a few months! i am not sure a blue mohawk suits me, but bryan is rocking it.
thanks so much for your time, bryan!
my window for meeting and photographing strangers is quite a bit smaller this week than normal because i am working on another photography project in the afternoons. i had to take care of a few things this morning and then decided to make my way to the bank. i grabbed my gear, hoping to find today's stranger on the way.
i asked a couple of woman, but both of them turned me down. one of them said, "people are weird." and then, "you never know what someone is going to use that photo for." the other said she wasn't "a very good picture taker". i went to the bank and started making my way back home. i found a wall i wanted to use, so i decided to wait for a few minutes on the street corner. that usually doesn't work out so well, but shortly after i decided to wait, a young guy in dark sunglasses and a blue mohawk buzzed by on his bicycle. as he passed, i blurted out something... i'm not sure exactly what i said. i think i asked the guy if i could ask him a question, which is pretty lame because that was already a question. i can be pretty lame sometimes.
bryan stopped right away. i dove into my spiel and he was immediately receptive. he was glad to be a part of the project. i told him how much i appreciated that. the people that say yes are polite and i appreciate their time, but it is rare i come across someone who is legitimately interested.
i asked bryan what he was up to and he said it was his day off so he was just cruising around. he works at the hard rock café down on the 16th street mall. he's been in denver for almost one year. he said that his sister lives here and one day she told him that he should move out here. a few weeks later, bryan threw whatever he could into his car and left florida behind him. he said he likes it out here and he figured it was a good sign that he survived his first winter.
he plays the guitar and likes to rework punk songs so he can play them acoustically. he also sings some of bob dylan's tunes and frequents an open mic night. i asked him to let me know when he is on again. it would be fun to see him play. i noticed that bryan had some tubes of paint on the back of his bike, so i asked him what the deal was. he said he just scored them from a friend who was getting rid of them and now he plans on smearing them on his hands and then running his hands over his canvas. i can't paint or draw to save my life, so that sounded like a brilliant way to paint to me.
i asked him about his mohawk. i think the mohawk is one of the things in this world that i have the very least experience with. he said he usually keeps his head shaved, but decided he wanted one. he said the process was kind of a drag, but he seemed pretty happy with it now. it only took a few months! i am not sure a blue mohawk suits me, but bryan is rocking it.
thanks so much for your time, bryan!
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